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[feet]:do they have a habit of going up on their tiptoes, what's their usually stance, do they tend to shift their weight to a preferred side, etc.
Sabik only really goes up on his toes when he needs something high up - he’s only 5′5″ and too prideful to ask for somebody else to get something down for him. He has a bad habit of slouching and fidgeting - shifting from one leg to another, tapping his feet, etc.
☻
☻: Person who could without a doubt make them happy.
Any of his siblings. He’s always been close with his sister and both brothers, particularly his twin.
☹
☹:A thought that makes them sad.
As much as he dicks around and acts up, he knows that they’re big flaws and ends up worrying that he’s gonna either get stuck where he is, never improving, or completely lose what little he’s managed to achieve.
✖
✖: A trait they despise in people.
Messy people. As surprising as it might be, Sabik can’t stand not being able to find things and gets pretty pissed if stuff gets moved or left in a mess.
ツ
ツ: A guilty desire of theirs.
As much as he’s come to enjoy and take pride in his work, part of Sabik still wishes he could be a fighter instead. He sometimes gets quite jealous of his sister for getting there when he didn’t, though always ends up feeling bad for it, knowing it isn’t her fault he didn’t make it.
❣
❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them.
Make him laugh. Sabik’s sense of humour is kind of ridiculous and almost always completely crass, but if you get it and can laugh with him, he’ll definitely taking a liking to you.
Fun fact: Sabik is named after a binary star, which is why I decided that he would have a twin.
Panic
Send me an emotion and I’ll describe how my Muse expresses it non-verbally.
Eyes widen and Sabik has to think quickly to assess just what he’s fucked up because it is not meant to be making that noise. He tenses, trying not to let fear take over, glances about to see if anybody’s noticed. A slow intake of breath and he gets back to work. He’s scared, but he knows if he lets it get the better of him, he might lose more than his hand.
